A Traveller By Nightfall Poem by Rajdeep Dhanuka

I made a halt that dreary evening,
At a distant whereabout.
A bliss, I could not be leaving,
Its beauty enchanting, beyond any doubt.

A river, serene, glimmering in glory,
Stony banks, its ally.
And together they told a wonderland story,
A story for the eye.

With cottages, a few here and there,
A road slithering through the grass green,
Wide opening its arms, stood the air,
For it was a land of descending Irene.

With water so pure, water so clean,
The river, a mirror,
The river, a screen;
Reflecting awe, today and forever.

The sun, a blindingly bright orange hue,
The sky, pristine pastel pink,
Worn purple to brilliant blue,
Colours all over, colours pouring on the brink.

A soft soothing breeze caressed me,
Its sound, its whisper,
Letting the sun at dusk, free,
Its tale of joy and I, the listener.

The moon loomed as a crescent,
Smiling with lovely light,
The silver beauty was truly a present,
It was truly a breath-taking sight.

And being a traveller, I had to continue,
For the end of my journey, unknown.
As life has no halt, I knew,
I continued my quest all alone...